So I’m driving from Valrico (eastern Brandon, Florida) and taking Highway 60 to I75. It’s later at night on a Sunday. I have a State Trooper in a Camaro pull along side me. His lights were flashing like crazy. Did he try pulling behind me and I not see him?
He asks for driver’s license and registration. I’m of course sitting with my hands on the 10 and 2 and ask for permission to reach behind the seat to get the registration. I think cops know if they’re going to ticket you before you even roll down your window. He confirms I’m wearing contacts, asks about the PA system in my hatch area (rental for last night’s Bentancourt-Engolio wedding at Avila) and asks where I’m coming from. I reply the truth, my mom’s house. I admit that I zipped off the line but didn’t know I was speeding, which was the truth. He asks me to slow it down and I did.. for the ride home.
I’m not trying to brag or anything, but I’ve been very lucky and I thanked God that I was not ticketed. The past few times I get pulled I figure that it’s my time to get ticketed.
